Leng Yichen’s grip was strong, and he pulled Bai Yiran with force. Bai Yiran, unable to keep her balance, directly crashed into his embrace, her head hitting painfully.
A dark glimr flashed across Wu Chengzu’s eyes, yet he maintained a smile on his face.
"Yiran, sorry to inconvenience you this late," Wu Chengzu said, looking at Bai Yiran in Leng Yichen’s arms, with a steady and gentle tone.
Bai Yiran was about to respond, but before she could open her mouth, Leng Yichen abruptly spoke.
"Then please, you and your daughter, don’t trouble my wife again!"
Wu Chengzu kept his smile, but this ti he did not say anything.
With a warning in his eyes, Leng Yichen looked deeply at Wu Chengzu, then turned and took Bai Yiran to the car.
The car started and reversed; the headlights were so bright that Wu Chengzu couldn’t keep his eyes open and had to shield them with his hand.
The car steered and turned, then drove away straight ahead.
Wu Chengzu stood where he was, watching the car disappear into the distance, his heart not at peace.
Leng Yichen could easily find his residence, indicating that many bodyguards were likely assigned by Leng Yichen to secretly protect Bai Yiran.
It seems the car accident targeting Bai Yiran had ultimately made Leng Yichen more vigilant.
Thinking of how Wu Jingjing was still sick, Wu Chengzu quickly returned to the apartnt, opened Wu Jingjing’s bedroom door, and walked inside, picking up the note on the bedside table. It was Bai Yiran’s elegant handwriting.
He put down the note and reached out to touch Wu Jingjing’s forehead; the fever had subsided.
Slowly exiting Wu Jingjing’s room, the house generally didn’t have ho-cooked als, so there wasn’t much to eat. Worried that his daughter would be hungry once she woke up, Wu Chengzu was about to go out to buy so food when he slled a faint fragrance coming from the kitchen.
Earlier, Wu Chengzu hadn’t noticed this scent, but now he caught a whiff and found it pleasantly aromatic.
Walking to the kitchen, he saw the cooked white porridge and exquisite side dishes placed beside it.
Wu Chengzu didn’t recall having rice and these items at ho. Opening the refrigerator, he indeed found more food and ingredients inside.
This must have been prepared by Bai Yiran for Wu Jingjing. Closing the fridge, Wu Chengzu served himself a bowl of porridge and savored it carefully, as if tasting the best delicacy in the world.
In the car, Leng Yichen kept a stern face and remained silent. Bai Yiran looked at him and wanted to speak, but his cold deanor forced her to hold back.
After several such attempts, she finally spoke up, "Don’t be angry anymore. Wu Jingjing is truly sick, and it’s very serious. I think they genuinely couldn’t find anyone else before asking ."
Seeing that Leng Yichen ignored her, Bai Yiran playfully said, "It’s still early now; we can stay outside for a while."
Leng Yichen turned a deaf ear to Bai Yiran’s words. Li Hai looked at the two of them through the rearview mirror, shaking his head helplessly.
This was another clash.
Seeing Leng Yichen ignore her, Bai Yiran stopped talking, unable to express the complex feelings inside.
She loves children; today’s actions stemd purely from feeling sorry for Wu Jingjing, having nothing to do with Wu Chengzu financially. She could understand Leng Yichen’s anger, but she had already apologized. Why wouldn’t he say a word to her?
Bai Yiran looked out the car window. Outside was a vibrant nightlife; there were still many people at this hour, after all, today is Valentine’s Day. She suddenly rembered she had prepared a gift for Leng Yichen and reached into her bag to take out the box of chocolates.
"Leng Yichen, look~ this is my Valentine’s gift for you. It’s the first ti I’ve ever made this!" Bai Yiran blinked expectantly, looking at Leng Yichen.
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